There’s salt in the air and it’s windy
There’s a man overboard starboard side
The captain puts out a mayday
I consume them within my tide
My waves are so green they’re like envy
My depths are as deep as your sight
And if you stare into my darkness
All your guilt will come to light

The sea is empty, I’ve put it all inside of me
And if you turn me inside out
I’ll drown this world without a doubt

The storm has died down and it’s calm now
We lost many men to that wretch
Its blackness has never been known
Though many men have met its depths
We were much further out than we bargained
I fear we will never get home
As the sea begins to swell up
It wants to take us as its own

And when I fill up your lungs
Infect like pleurisy
And when you’ve served your purpose
I’ll just leave you in the water.

Drowning unable, to keep myself stable
This currents abhorrent, it pulls me under
I wrap around you and full up inside you
My liquid addicted I can't let you go
Many we're taken and all we're forsaken
Lost to a cold that is unforgiving
Drowning unable to keep myself stable,
I take a last breath as she pulls me under

2. Home Is Where You Hang Yourself (4:10)

Filled with drugs and hate, I fucking hate this grim estate,
Social deprivation and financial desperation,
Rain stained grey walls and a penchant for a drunken fight,
Nightmares round here are not saved only for the night

Filled with piss and scum and scum is what I have become,
Urban architecture and an anti-social nature,
Pavements caved in and a park that's filled with broken glass,
And peoples hopes and dreams reduced to fucking ash

This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill,
Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm fucking sure it's earned it,
This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill,
Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm sure it won't be missed

3. Griefer (4:37)

Why can't you see? That I'm happy as a cancer on society,
You won't rid me, I will eat you with my blackness.
Candlelit monotony Bathing everything I see
You taste so bitter

Disease, Itching on my skin, Burning from within,
Sir please, Forward my wage of sin, And let me crawl back in,
Appease, I've scratched off all my skin, And carved in place a grin,
Disease, Still itching with no skin, Please let me crawl back in

You can't kill me. I consume all your chemotherapy
This hate's a sea I fill my lungs up with its blackness
Candlelit monotony Bathing everything I see You taste better

Disease, Itching on my skin, Burning from within,
Sir please, Forward my wage of sin, And let me crawl back in,
Appease, I've scratched off all my skin, And carved in place a grin,
Disease, Still itching with no skin, Please let me crawl back in

We are the bones of tomorrow, decaying and hollow,
We all end up where we belong.
We are the roots that will follow, provide for tomorrow.
Rewind, mistimed,
Why grind your hours for someone else?
Your times worth more than all their wealth
Hardline. By design

They set their clock When will they learn? (it never returns)
I cant find my flock. There is safety in numbers

So far from God, but you wandered there willing
The fare's in my eyes, closed with two shillings

5. Mea Culpa (5:45)

We have a strength of numbers
We have a say
We have the ways and means to not become their prey
We have an obligation
And above all
If we don't push against it
Nothing ever falls

A wealth of stitches
Means far less riches
Embrace the ending
Renounce the mending

A secret code of conduct
Dictates our day
Make them work much longer
For much less pay
Instead of realising
We're led astray
We all just take the soma
Let it fucking drift away

A wealth of stitches
Means far less riches
Embrace the ending
Renounce the mending

Misinformation feeds you
Fat proletariat
And if I tore your guts out
The lies would spill like blood